Sean Price aka Sean P was an American rapper from Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York, famous as a member of hip-hop collective Boot Camp Clik. He came to fame as a member of the duo Heltah Skeltah, performing under the name Ruck, with partner Rock. He released three albums with Heltah Skeltah, 1996's acclaimed Nocturnal, 1998's Magnum Force and their last album D.I.R.T., an acronym for Da Incredible Rap Team. He released his solo debut in 2005, titled Monkey Barz. He followed up his debut solo album with Jesus Price Supastar, which he released in 2007 and Mic Tyson released in 2012. His last album is titled Songs in the Key of Price, released posthumously in 2015. Sean has also been featured in the hit game Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare, with a snippet of one of his songs in a level. He is famous for being quoted saying "I'm the brokest rapper alive."
Sean Price died on August 8, 2015, he died in his sleep.
Price & Shining Armor
Sean Price Lyrics
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Afghanistan, bombed out, depleted
I'm weeded, needin' an Ativan
Run up on a rapper when rappin', that's when I slap a fan
Bone-crunch you niggies, the gypsy needin' a caravan
Half-man half-amazing, Mandela
You know the flow is so hard, tell her, Duck Down
Is the label, but - fuck a record deal
P! Keep ignorin' my shit, B
I'll punch your shit off like the Story of Ricky
All in my face like a rap battle
Fuck around and catch all of the eight when the gat rattles
That hardcore rappin' is played out
Till I hardcore slap you and ask you what's played out
(What's played out, man?) P! Indeed the grown
Squeeze the chrome, please believe it nigga, Caesar home
Verse two, sunroof casket for the earth dirt view
Work wet, wet work with the sket wet, who?
Vest protect chest, but never get neck duke
Dave Tua, fist of rage, I wave Rugers
Engage shooters in battles, better behave, junior
Ay yo, kill noid paragraph, crack ground, shatter glass
Ill boy, Madagas', bitch with a fatter ass
Top on the rooftop, spit shine my shit
Pitch grind my strip, switch crime rhyme hits
Got a towel, better throw it in
Frontline bangin', P, cover me I'm goin' in
War path is bloody, damaged from one sword stroke
48 tracks to slide and the board broke
What it do, coke kilogram crew (what up?)
The bars is barbaric, Encino Man 2
Paul Bunyan on the corner with the onion
In the booth I'm the dragon breathin' fire out the dungeon
Fuck a metaphor, fuck you think the metal for
Put the mic down, fuck rap, peddle raw
Street fighter, Juxx strike like Bison
The nigga ghostwriting for Price on Mic Tyson
The lyrics of Sean Price and Ruste Juxx's "Price & Shining Armor" are filled with aggressive rhymes and strong imagery. The opening lines reference the devastation in Afghanistan due to the bombings, indicating that the rapper is feeling low and "weeded, needin' an Ativan." He then jumps into boasting about his skills, stating he's like half-man half-amazing, referencing Nelson Mandela. The line "all in my face like a rap battle" indicates that he's facing a lot of competition and noise in the rap industry, but he's not afraid to get physical and "hardcore slap you." He doesn't care about record deals and is ready to take matters into his own hands.
In the second verse, Ruste Juxx jumps in, adding even more aggression to the song. He describes his readiness for battle and references martial arts movie The Story of Ricky. He boasts about his weaponry and willingness to engage in all-out war. Juxx's rhymes involve vivid imagery, with lines like "sunroof casket for the earth dirt view" and "Paul Bunyan on the corner with the onion." The verse ends with a boast about being the ghostwriter for Sean Price, comparing himself to the fierce boxer Mike Tyson.
Overall, "Price & Shining Armor" is a fierce and confrontational rap song. The lyrics indicate that the rappers are ready to engage in battles both on and offstage, and that they don't take kindly to others trying to infringe on their territory.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo! Listen
Pay attention to what I'm about to say
Afghanistan, bombed out, depleted
My mind is in a state of ruin, like the war-torn country of Afghanistan
I'm weeded, needin' an Ativan
I'm high on marijuana and feeling anxious, I need medication to calm me down
Run up on a rapper when rappin', that's when I slap a fan
If a fan tries to challenge me while I'm rapping, I'll physically attack them
Bone-crunch you n*****s, the gypsy needin' a caravan
I'll cause so much damage to my enemies that they'll need a group of people to provide them with support
Half-man half-amazing, Mandela
I'm comparing myself to Nelson Mandela, who was an amazing leader and inspiration
You know the flow is so hard, tell her, Duck Down
My rap style is tough and uncompromising, just like the brand 'Duck Down'
Is the label, but - f*** a record deal
I don't care about getting signed to a record label
Broke after I smoke and the motherf***in' sucker meal
I spend all my money on weed and other things, so I'm always broke
P! Keep ignorin' my s***, B
The rapper 'P' is not paying attention to me, despite my efforts to get his attention
I'll punch your s*** off like the Story of Ricky
I'll beat him up so badly that he'll have no choice but to acknowledge me, like in the movie 'The Story of Ricky'
All in my face like a rap battle
He's getting in my face like he's challenging me to a rap battle
F*** around and catch all of the eight when the gat rattles
If he keeps up with the attitude, he'll get shot 8 times
That hardcore rappin' is played out
Rapping about brutal and violent themes is no longer popular
Till I hardcore slap you and ask you what's played out
But if you get out of line, I'll physically assault you and ask you if you still think it's uncool
(What's played out, man?) P! Indeed the grown
P is now an adult and needs to move on from the childish behavior
Squeeze the chrome, please believe it n****, Caesar home
I'll use my gun if necessary, and you better believe it. This is my territory
Verse two, sunroof casket for the earth dirt view
If he keeps rapping like this, he'll end up dead in a coffin with an open roof
Work wet, wet work with the sket wet, who?
I'm working with a gun and someone else who has a gun. Who wants to mess with us?
Vest protect chest, but never get neck duke
I'm wearing a bulletproof vest, but I'm still vulnerable to getting shot in the neck
Dave Tua, fist of rage, I wave Rugers
I can punch like a heavyweight boxer and wave my guns around aggressively
Engage shooters in battles, better behave, junior
If you try to fight me, you better act respectfully if you don't want to get shot
Ay yo, kill noid paragraph, crack ground, shatter glass
My rhymes are so sharp that they can destroy anything in their path
Ill boy, Madagas', bitch with a fatter ass
I'm a sick rapper, better than anyone from Madagascar, and I have a girlfriend with a big butt
Top on the rooftop, spit shine my s***
I'll go to the top of a building and show off my skills
Pitch grind my strip, switch crime rhyme hits
I'll sell drugs on the street and switch up my rap style to appeal to a wider audience
Got a towel, better throw it in
If you can't keep up with me, you'd better give up now
Frontline bangin', P, cover me I'm goin' in
I'll lead the charge while P provides backup
War path is bloody, damaged from one sword stroke
The situation is violent and chaotic, and one small misstep could be fatal
48 tracks to slide and the board broke
I recorded an entire album's worth of material, only for the recording equipment to malfunction and delete it all
What it do, coke kilogram crew (what up?)
What's the plan, drug dealing crew?
The bars is barbaric, Encino Man 2
My rap lyrics are savage and uncivilized, like a character from a movie about cavemen
Paul Bunyan on the corner with the onion
I'm like Paul Bunyan, a legendary lumberjack, but instead of an axe, I sell onions on the street
In the booth I'm the dragon breathin' fire out the dungeon
When I'm recording a song, I'm like a mythical dragon breathing flames of inspiration
F*** a metaphor, f*** you think the metal for
I don't need to use fancy language or wordplay to get my message across, my gun does the talking
Put the mic down, f*** rap, peddle raw
Forget about music, let's sell drugs instead
Street fighter, Juxx strike like Bison
I'm like a character from the video game 'Street Fighter,' with fast and powerful attacks like the character 'Bison'
The n***** ghostwriting for Price on Mic Tyson
I'm such a good rapper that people would think I'm writing songs for Sean Price and Mike Tyson combined
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALAN MAMAN, MICHAEL PERETTA, SEAN PRICE, SEAN DU-VAL PRICE, VICTOR EVANS
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